Full moon walk #fb

At Nina's. Thinking I'd jot a note and have some coffee. The line at
the counter is long though. And I realized that because i am on my
bike, I'd have to finish it but don't feel i have the time. I grabbed
a Naked Juice and sat down. Illicit.

Love illicit.

I'll pay for it now.

This time of year is generally the anniversary of Tomas's death, it
was late Friday early Saturday of Labor Day weekend.

Beauty, Holly, Dorothea, and I are going to do the Common Ground full
moon walk.

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Fwd: Monday, at Madeline's urging, we went to the AT&T store. Our

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Begin forwarded message:

From: David Schons <david.schons@gmail.com>
Date: July 29, 2009 11:10:35 PM CDT
To: david.schons@gmail.com
Subject: Monday, at Madeline's urging, we went to the AT&T store. Our

Monday, at Madeline's urging, we went to the AT&T store. Our two- year contract with T-mobile has been up since April. She wanted Verizon because they had a phone she liked. I wanted an iPhone, a Pre, or at least an Android, none of which were top be had at Verizon.

T-mobile doesn't work with my employer's paging. (I have realized, however, that i probably don't want top get work pages on my personal cellphone, anyway?)

The Palm Pre odds with Sprint, and I've heard bad things about their service.

Oh, T-mobile has the Android. See the paging note above.

That left the AT&T/Apple cabal. I am at their mercy.

Madeline ended up loving her phone, a Nokia of some sort or other. Liam loves Dorothea's.

Me, I was thinking of the whole enchilatta, the 32 GB S, but they didn't have black in stock. So, I did not get to eat the whole marshmallow. Not yet.

Now, I have to figure out what to do with the itouch I bought a few months ago?


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RAGBRAI as memory

I am at Nina's. Bright-sunny, beautifully cool morning. I have done my
YWCA thing--stretched, meditated, lifted, ellipticalled.

Tomorrow, my fate is back to work. My week long vacatio ends. Much
will have changed in my work world. A consultant started last
Monday--a contractor via our vendor, basically. This week, another
vendor will be in for a three-day proof-of-concept. (Their tool finds
memory leaks--it has probably been memory leaks that have been at the
root of our misery for these last several months.)

I return to being oncall. I am the lead to get another new product
working for our code deployments and version control. (At least I
think I am the lead.) And, it is my turn for the pesky quarterly
disaster recovery exercise.

But for now, it is ogling whatever it is that I can find to ogle
coming in the door. Oogle, maybe?

D. And M. are coming to the Y. I am contemplating a bike ride. Not
terribly imaginative. I am sort of reluctant. I started snorting
Nasonex about a week ago for hay fever allergies. Now thinking I
should suppliment with Claritin. It would be classic to go for a ride
and to thereby get totally allergy wiped out.

The RAGBRAI 2009 is now history, but spiritually lives on. I am
currently dressed in some of the hundreds of dollars of biking clothes
I bought for the event.

Last nihgt at about 2:00 AM, the Molasses Asses bus form Shenandoah,
IA pulled up to and stopped at the house next door. And, I saw and
took a picture of that bus ths morning. It was parked around the
corner. Tried posting it to Twitpic, though didn't seem to work.

Pictures of the bike ride in general are to be found at the website of
The Destination Moines Register. I posted photos SomeKindaPossible on
Flickr.

--
David
www.schons.net

Lingering Thunder Shower

Just when I'd usually get up, a thunder storm came through, and I
lingered in bed. Thinking that blue sky and sun would appear in the
storm's wake, I got up and put on my bike garb. The rain, however,
continued to tinkle, so I drove to the Y dressed for biking.

Now, sitting at Nina's, looking out thw window at blue sky and sunshine.

--
David
www.schons.net

Quaker Men's Group Night

Quaker Men's Group night? Not sure, since I don't see an email
reminder. Oh well. Very pleasant sitting on the front porch, listening
to the sound of the rainfall.

M. and Stella are here too. M. is reading a book, "Swapping Lives," --
"An older lady book, but I like it," she says.

D. and Liam are at his soccer game. Very wet indeed. Apparently, no
lightening was close enough for to get the game canceled. Hopefully,
getting wet playing soccer was as pleasant for him (and D.) as getting
wet biking home was for me.

I am using the app Writingpad, and that is going okay, only mildly
frustrating. True test will be if I can copy/ paste to the blog. Here
goes.

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How my brain does (or doesn't) work ~ Example #1

I have been biking as much as possible lately. This means that I am getting deeper into concerns about biking paraphernalia, specifically: paraphernalia as relates to clothing. As such, I have noted that other bikers are wearing more fluorescent green this year. Vests, pants, even gloves. In fact, I was quite taken with the idea of glowing green gloves, and made a mental note to look for some. My gloves, black gloves, were getting ratty, and I decided to buy a new pair, black, when I saw gloves at Express Bikes while waiting for a repair. Not only did I space out the dream of fluorescent green gloves-- I proceeded to lose the new pair. Or so I thought, until I understood that what I had was one of the new and one of the old gloves. I didn't get the green. And, not only did I lose a pair, I actually lost one of each. How'd I do that?

Gecko Wall Street

Watched the end of the movie Wall Street last night. People were
smoking at their desks, not fastened seatbelts in cars, looking at
small green monochrome screens that were not in cubicles, talking on
cellphones as big as WW II walkie talkies.

Those phones were huge in status as well as size. Not shown in the
movie, but as I remember it, those original cellphones required that
you lugged around a suitcase full of electronics.

Twenty years later, we're a bunch of non-smoking seatbelters with
"Beam me up Scottie"-size communicators.

Such is the pace of positive change. Such is what I hang my hopes on.

--
David
www.schons.net